The spring wind was warm, and Jian Mo sat on the balcony, her white feet gently swaying. The man downstairs looked at her feet and frowned. "Jane Mo, get down here!" "Yang Zhexu, I'm not going to let you do whatever you want to me anymore." For a moment she seemed to be freed, and the colorful butterflies came out of nowhere and danced around her, spreading their wings. The balcony was empty except for bells of pure gold. "'Jianmo!'" Yang Zhexu's eyes snapped open, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. It was a nightmare. At that moment, an urgent voice came from outside the door: "Mr. Yang, bad news, Miss Jane has run away again!"

Each case is related to something special. Every trace breaks off somewhere without giving the detectives any logical solution. Everyone is different and understands the concept of serial killing differently. Some only catch evidence, others are intuitive and accurate. There is one case and there are countless detectives. What will each of them have to go through to get to the very end of the serial murder path? Will any of them find a solution?

Will he ever be able to leave the closet? If so, will he be able to live to regret it?

My parents had me nailed inside a coffin for a ghost marriage because they said I was blocking my twin brother's luck. I tried my hardest to break open the coffin, but the jade pendant in my hand started to heat up and a voice inside said it could save me, but only if I agreed to marry it. In order not to marry the persistent, deceased, perverted man who had been pursuing me, I agreed to marry the jade pendant. To my surprise, a person was hidden within the jade pendant. This person was the root of everything. Even the man chasing after me had ulterior motives.